I like the format of this: I like the format of this poem. And "severed umblical dreams"?---that is one of your finest, most striking, phrases. And "barometic exuberance" runs a close second to it. Your verbal skills are, consistently, impressive from poem to poem.
I apologize for the typo in: I apologize for the typo in the sixth line, which was just brought to my attention. I dislike typos of any kind, but in poems that you have visited and commented, typos become even more embarrassing. I am ashamed when I cannot present good keyboarding to you when you privilege me with a reading and a comment. Please forgive me.
We're all just filling in: We're all just filling in space. I think a lot of my writing is throwaway and then someone else reads it and finds something in it. I wrtie something I'm really proud of and really love and it doesn't resonate with anyone. I have no problem with filler. I took up space because I was there.
Wow, I'm flattered. That's: Wow, I'm flattered. That's an awful lot of thought on a 32 syllable poem. I try to avoid collective mind even if it is ineviable. Of course, we do have to realize that we are part of a larger world community and it makes sense for us to eventually learn to live and work together.
Gritty and real for sure. It: Gritty and real for sure. It all turns round into a perfect excuse for the primal thought response and vernacular description under the gentlemanly guise of intellectual discourse. I've missed you so much, I've also been away so much. Sad news another great gone... are you still here?
What... profound
There's: What... profound
There's really no hope in this poem... I'm not sure how.i feel but the smell and damnation is palpable. Strong write.
That's quite the feeling: That's quite the feeling about most of my writes: just stuffing to fill out the gaps in the otherwise awkward writing silences.
Poetry that carries some: Poetry that carries some thematic and emotional connection to many of the best works of the music band Staind, and also some shades of U2's With or Without you. Yet, it feels so deeply personal that it is owned by you and your muse, alone, and likewise there are some expressions here that seem to be undeniably and deeply all your own: "Yes, the memories are faded.
Some smiles yesteryear became banned yesterday."
Those two lines, being my favorite.